I am praying again, Awesome One. You hear me again, as wordsfrom the depth of merush toward you in the wind. I've been scattered in pieces,torn by conflict,mocked by laughter,washed down in drink. In alleyways I sweep myself upout of garbage and broken glass.With my half-mouth I stammer you,who are eternal in your symmetry.I lift… Continue reading “i am praying again”
Category: Quotations
“when things close in”
It feels as though I make my waythrough massive rocklike a vain of orealone, encased. I am so deep inside itI can't see the path or any distance:everything is closeand everything closing in on mehas turned to stone. Since I still don't know enough about pain,this terrible darkness makes me small.If it's you, though— press… Continue reading “when things close in”
“not waving but drowning”
Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking And now he’s dead It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way, They said. Oh, no no no, it was too cold… Continue reading “not waving but drowning”
thoreau, on social media
"Perhaps I am more than usually jealous with respect to my freedom. […] When our life ceases to be inward and private, conversation degenerates into mere gossip. We rarely meet a man who can tell us any news which he has not read in a newspaper, or been told by his neighbor; and, for the… Continue reading thoreau, on social media
gone writing
"Why do you never find anything written about that idiosyncratic thought you advert to, about your fascination with something no one else understands? Because it is up to you. There is something you find interesting, for a reason hard to explain. It is hard to explain because you have never read it on any page;… Continue reading gone writing
“carry on”
It's easy to fight when everything's right, and you're mad with the thrill and the glory; it's easy to cheer when victory's near, and wallow in fields that are gory. it's a different song when everything's wrong, when you're feeling infernally mortal; when it's ten against one, and hope there is none, buck up, little… Continue reading “carry on”
“the art of disappearing”
When they say Don't I know you? say no. When they invite you to the party remember what parties are like before answering. Someone telling you in a loud voice they once wrote a poem. Greasy sausage balls on a paper plate. Then reply. If they say We should get together say why?… Continue reading “the art of disappearing”
such a woman
"...They feel that Hijab shall bring down the standard of their beauty. What a strange meaning of beauty! What is beauty? Where is its realm?...In your own environment, your own society, there are innumerable curtains, which have been drawn on the beauty of your being. Why don't you see these curtains? Who are you? In… Continue reading such a woman
